She was hell-bent on proving to herself and her family that she could indeed navigate her way around a kitchen. She’d even made it from scratch, refusing to taint her family’s annual holiday dinner with something store-bought or out of a box. Lana had baked a cheesecake the night before. As if she realized that, she promptly returned her hand to steady the dessert plate on her lap. Any higher up and she wouldn’t have gotten her hand back. She would walk by him on the way to the kitchen and her fresh fragrance would reach out and wrap around him like a warm winter coat.

Or it could be just the two of them, alone in their little apartment in the city. They could be at a hockey game surrounded by twenty thousand people and he could lean over and inhale that sweet smell that was distinctly hers. No matter where they were, he could lean in and get a whiff of her and know that all was right in the world. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.Įthan leaned over in the driver’s seat and nuzzled Lana’s neck. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to and purchase your own copy. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated.

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Jingle Me by Rachelle Vaughn